"Gone mad? Are you trying to cover up the shadow and fear from when I beat you until you were shitting yourself?"
Ye Tianling's eyes glinted coldly as he stared at Ye Cangqian.
Ye Cangqian trembled all over, veins bulging, his vital energy and blood stimulated to the point of going berserk!
"That's right! Don't hide your fear! The shadow and terror in your heart have made you timid before the fight has even begun! So-called Taotie Divine Child, you're nothing but trash! You can only resort to such low-handed tricks to build up your courage to fight! Pathetic and laughable!"
At this moment, Ma Liang, the First Saint Son of the Ten Thousand Swords Sacred Land, couldn't help but sneer mockingly.
He was holding in a bellyful of resentment. He had been locked down by a powerful Sword Saint, then opportunistically struck with a fatal blow by Ye Cangqian while he was vulnerable, leaving him severely wounded.
This left him feeling extremely resentful.
